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I’m wearing nothing but the pale blue lace panties that Taylor bought. I find a pale blue camisole and slip into it quickly.  It will hide my bruises.  Diving into the closet I pull out from the drawer Edward’s faded jeans – his playroom jeans, my favorite jeans. I fold them neatly, kneel by the bedroom door and wait.

The door opens.  I look down at his bare feet as they pause on the threshold.  Hmm. He says nothing… for ages he says nothing.  Oh shit.  I resist the urge to look up at him, and keep my eyes downcast.

Finally he reaches down and picks up his jeans.  He says nothing, but heads into the walk-in closet, while I remain stock still.  Oh my… this is it.  My heart starts thundering and I relish the rush of adrenaline that spikes through my body.  I squirm as my excitement builds.  What will he do to me?  A few moments later he’s back, wearing the jeans.

“So you want to play?” he murmurs.

“Yes.”

He says nothing, and I risk a quick glance… up his jeans, his denim clad thighs, the soft bulge at his fly, the open button at the waist, his happy trail, his navel, his chiseled abdomen, his chest hair… his green eyes blazing, and his head cocked to one side.  He’s arching an eyebrow.  Oh shit.

“Yes what?” he whispers.

Oh.

“Yes, Sir.”

His eyes darken and my breath hitches.